Sang Li walked back with Qin Xuan.

The other party stood still, looked at her with disgust, and said, "Not over there." ”

Sang Li followed him back: "Isn't it the way back?" ”

"There is an exit, and going out of the exit will go back to where we came in." Qin swept the road.

Sangli: ......

He took her hand through the crowd.

And the bazaar in the middle is undoubtedly the most crowded, these are temporary stalls, the stalls can be set up at any time, there are elixirs, weapons, all things that the monks need.

In the crowd, a person stumbled head-on and bumped her on the shoulder and said sorry.

Sang Li said that it was okay, and inadvertently saw that under the man's black cloak, the back of his half-blooded hand was densely packed like interlaced red spider silk, and the man hid his hand in the black cloak.

staggered backwards again, and there was a sense of panic in his back.

"What's wrong?" Qin asked.

"Nothing." Sang Li glanced at the man and withdrew his gaze, "Let's go." ”

The two of them went out without a hitch.

Sang Li didn't see the white velvet when he left the casino, and Sang Li, who left the casino, returned to the second floor and asked the shopkeeper: "Hello, have you seen where the white-haired beast next to me went not long ago?" ”

Qin Xuan stood behind her, his eyebrows cold.

"There's someone left for you." The shopkeeper took out a piece of paper.

Sang Li took it and looked at the words on it.

See you at noon on the top of the cliff.

Two men walked out.

"You should have killed it in the first place." Qin Xuan walked side by side with her, and when he saw the news with his slightly cool eyes, his face was expressionless and very indifferent.

"I didn't kill it, so I was ready to face the day." Sang Li said in a cold voice.

Qin Zhuo's voice paused slightly, if you like him, you won't give up, right.

"Starry grass and sharpness should be in the purple leaf forest outside Linjin City, or ......" Sang Li didn't finish speaking.

"I'll go with you." Qin Xuan looked at her and snorted coldly, "You are dead, what should I do with the contract?" ”

Sang Lixin, who has zero actual combat experience, is a little empty.

Although there are thirty-six styles of epee, she can do every one, but it is still a bit empty.

"Let's go, then." Sang Li and Qin Plunder went to the top of the cliff that was halfway up the mountain full of snow.

On the way, Sang Li asked Qin Zhuo: "Do you still have the Red Flame Flower?" ”

"Yes." The young man's answer without any hesitation surprised Sang Li.

Before noon, the two men had already arrived.

Then I didn't expect that person to have arrived.

He was dressed in a brown cloth robe, but the cloth seemed to have been worn for a long time, the corners were obviously shortened, and the ankles and wrists were half exposed.

The man wore a pair of straw sandals, and his hands were wrapped around a black iron-gold sword, but his black hair was tied with a red rope.

He held the sword, turned around, a handsome and cold face, a pair of dark and narrow eyes, cold as a pool of stagnant water, and said concisely and clearly: "Red Flame Flower." ”

"Where's the white velvet?" She asked.

The man pulled out a white ball from the storage bag.

A man's storage bag can hold both dead and alive.

She obviously only set up that only the male protagonist has.

But she can't always think of things from the perspective of a novel.

She looked at the man, his cultivation was already in the late stage of transformation.

"Help, !! adults" White Velvet cried.

Sangli: ......

"I'll be honest, the Red Flame Flower has already been used." Sang Li's voice just fell.

Bai Rong Rong felt his neck tighten, he suspected that Lord Excalibur was not here to save him, how could he save people like this, what if this guy next to him tore up the ticket.

The man let out a sigh, threw the white cashmere back into the storage bag, and said indifferently: "When you bring the red flame flower, this snow cashmere beast will be redeemed." ”

"The Red Flame Flower is originally the one who has the strength and who gets it, and this Red Flame Flower grows here and it is not your family." Kugli looked at the man.

"Where's the Red Flame Flower?" The man said indifferently, not believing that Sang Li had already used it.

"I've become a ghost yang pill." Qin Xuan opened his mouth, said in a casual tone, and Xiu Bai's fingers took out a small white porcelain bottle from his clothes.

This is a poison, the Ghost Yang Pill, the medicine that sends people to hell, the Red Flame Flower has the effect of giving birth to white bones, but if you practice the Ghost Yang Pill, it is the Bone Devouring Pill.

"You can wait for a few dozen more days for the red flame flowers to bloom again." Sangli Road.

"She can't afford to wait." As soon as the man's voice fell, the sword in his hand was pulled out, with a clear purpose, it was the Ghost Yang Pill in Qin Xuan's hand.

The Red Flame Flower has been cultivated into a pill, and the medicinal effect is condensed, as long as the medicinal effect is separated.

She saw the man's thoughts, and Qin Zhuo was naturally not surprised.

The man's sharp sword stabbed over, but the young man's face still did not change.

The transparent heavy sword in Sang Li's hand blocked and swung away the silver sword in the opponent's hand, the man was shocked back, and Sang Li stepped back a few times.

Is this the power of the late stage of the transformation of gods? Compared with the Yuan Infant Period, his strength is more majestic and heavy, and the moment he pressed it just now, it seemed to resist dozens of tons of stones, and the Yuan Infant Period was like more than a dozen tons of stones pressed over.

There seemed to be something breaking through the stone in the ground, and the huge green vines were like tentacles with teeth and claws, and the green vines were all barbs.

Green vines rushed towards the mulberry chestnut.

The man is a wood spirit root, or is he the kind with great talent.

Sang Li swung her sword and machete, each slash was like a slash on top of the golden stone, and the vines were still cut off by her sword qi that was as cold as the first snow.

The man looked at her with a little surprise.

Many vines attacked one by one, and Sang Li cut them hard while dodging the attack.

Sang Li grabbed the heavy sword and rushed out of the encirclement of the vines and rushed into the sky.

The vines also chased after her.

The man walked towards Qin Plunder with a sword.

"Who do you think has the power to completely separate the effects of the drug? As long as there is a little impurity, it will kill people. Qin Xuan looked at the man with a smile.

The man pointed his sword at him: "You come with me." ”

"You probably don't have that chance." Qin Xuan tilted his head and hooked his lips and smiled.

The man frowned at him and smiled wickedly.

There was a bang in the back.

A sword was placed around his neck.

The storage bag around her waist was pulled out, but because the storage bag was also recognized, she couldn't put out the white velvet. The man quickly turned around, the black gold hilt and the snow-white bright sword slashed across her cheek, and Sang Li threw the storage bag into Qin Xuan's hand, and the whole person fought with the man.

A sword and a style are like driving the spiritual charm of heaven and earth.

Sang Li didn't exert all her strength, she dodged the man's sword after sword, and it was always in a state of protection.

But the man's heart was turbulent, and he was shocked, he couldn't hurt her in the slightest, and the person in front of him made the posture of the sword seem to change from strange to familiar.

The man picked up his sword and shouted, "A thousand swords and a thousand shadows!" ”

Suddenly, it was obviously a sword but it turned into a thousand swords and rushed over, but Sang Li saw the real sword at a glance.

"A heavy sword." Sang Li swung his sword down.

The weapon of the twelfth stage of the Heavenly Rank was instantly reduced to pieces.

Sang Li felt that the man's speed was actually a bit slow.

The heavy sword rushed unstoppably, setting off a huge cyclone, and a sword stabbed the man in the shoulder, pinning everyone to the ground.

The man grabbed the heavy sword, his eyes were red, and he was desperate and desperate to pull out the sword.

But the heavy sword that was transparent to the snow-white early snow did not move a single bit, nailing the man to the ground.

Blood was sprinkled on the snow-white snow, like a little red plum.